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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 5:10:11 GMT -5
After the funeral, the King hosts a small feast for his kin, and impotant dignitaries. It is somber, but exquisite.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 28, 2009 7:07:53 GMT -5
Rhaegar, dressed in mourning black, arrives. The funeral was a true testimony to the late hand; dark and bitter; a testimony to the impending dark.
On normal terms, Rhaegar would have suggested a celebration filled with smiles and laughter for the life lived; though somehow it did not seem appropriate for Lord Thatcher.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 8:51:00 GMT -5
Daemon approached Rhaegar as he entered, and hugged his cousin, "Thank you for coming Rhaegar. How do you fare?"
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 28, 2009 8:54:57 GMT -5
Rhaegar returned the embrace. "Lord Thatch--," he said, pausing and sighing. "Uncle was ever a presence residing over our lives. With him gone, it feels as though a piece has been torn from me.
"And yourself, Daemon?" he returned the question. "I heard what had happened in great detail."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 28, 2009 9:03:36 GMT -5
Ary arrived from the funeral red-eyed, having wept more for Aerie than Lord Thatcher.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 10:11:04 GMT -5
Rhaegar returned the embrace. "Lord Thatch--," he said, pausing and sighing. "Uncle was ever a presence residing over our lives. With him gone, it feels as though a piece has been torn from me. "And yourself, Daemon?" he returned the question. "I heard what had happened in great detail." "It is brutal and heart-rending, but a King can not allow himself to grieve." Daemon said, "I know Talyn would understand. He was not a man to shirk his duty."
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Post by Marie on Nov 28, 2009 10:37:05 GMT -5
Joanna arrived in a black satin gown shot through with silver. The children were with her, all dressed similarly.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 12:05:47 GMT -5
Lord Milo Bettley strode into the room his blue cloak billowing behind him. Seeing the King busy he stops, and eyes the room with a touch of contempt.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 28, 2009 15:38:30 GMT -5
Rhaegar returned the embrace. "Lord Thatch--," he said, pausing and sighing. "Uncle was ever a presence residing over our lives. With him gone, it feels as though a piece has been torn from me. "And yourself, Daemon?" he returned the question. "I heard what had happened in great detail." "It is brutal and heart-rending, but a King can not allow himself to grieve." Daemon said, "I know Talyn would understand. He was not a man to shirk his duty." "You're too right in that. Some part of me refuses to believe Thomas is a suspect in this," he said, shaking his head.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 15:41:50 GMT -5
Daemon shook his head, "A part of me hopes he did not do it as well."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 28, 2009 16:08:51 GMT -5
Arya walks up to her brother and cousin, "Thank you for the feast my king. If only poor Aerie were here.." She bowed before Daemon and hugged Rhaegar.
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Post by Horas on Nov 28, 2009 17:49:22 GMT -5
Quentyn Targaryen arrives dressed in appropriately somber clothing. Quentyn stands in respectful silence, his eyes flicking from guest to guest. They linger a half second longer on Milo Bettley.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 28, 2009 18:18:01 GMT -5
Daemon shook his head, "A part of me hopes he did not do it as well." Rhaegar hugged his sister back, whispering a few consoling words into her ear. He urged her toward the seating, where he would be with her shortly. Rhaegar, confident there were no unwanted ears around said lightly. "I suppose Quentyn and Bettley are ontop of the case? I believe we all want to see this brought to justice," he said, his visage darkening; a rare occasion. "I would like to be privy to getting to the roots of our uncle's murder, Daemon," he requested.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 18:23:26 GMT -5
Daemon nodded, "Then speak with Quentyn. He is running the investigation ably."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 28, 2009 18:38:05 GMT -5
Rhaegar nodded. He took a glance around the room, frowning. "It feels as if we're doomed to repeat histories long forgot," he said absently, before fixing his attention back on the moment. "It is good to have family during these troubling times," he said, soldier hugging his cousin once more.
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